If they weren't there we would have created themMaybe, it's trueBut I'm resentful all the sameSomeone's got to take the blameI know that this is vitriolNo solution, spleen-ventingBut I feel better having screamedDon't you?They desecrated winter, ninteen-seventy-nineCapital collateralBrooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-readyHeartless, and labeled